I’ve blogged this a hundred times, and I’ll blog it a hundred more. It’s the sweet desperation in the curve of her mouth, and the way she’s holding his cock.
I’ve been there. I know that feeling. It happens when I’m sooo close to coming, and there’s a cock riiiiight there. And all I hear in my head is “come with my cock in your mouth.” And I’ll tug and writhe and beg and make pouty faces and little mewling sex noises. Anything to get him to slam his cock until it’s butted up against the back of my throat. Anything to wrap my lips around him, throbbing and hard.
And then — grateful, happy, home — I come.
(via nacktistschoen)
